I left the vestiges of my thoughts on the branches of the trees,
Some of my memories linger on the gold and ruby leaves.
Though my feet stand still on concrete floors,
My mind wanders through emerald greens.
My nose breathes in the air within this cramped room,
but I only smell the crisp air in the fields.
I turn my head, and I swear I feel the autumn wind
stirring the ends.
Soon my body will be reunited with my mind,
Soon.
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